I'll attend to it--" There was a knock at the door.

Bray called "Come!" and a slender boy, frail but with a military bearing, entered.
"Hello, Walters!" he said, smiling.

"What's up?
I-" He stopped suddenly as his eyes fell upon the divan where Fraser-Freer lay.

In an instant he was at the dead man's side.
"Stephen!" he cried in anguish.
"Who are you ?" demanded the inspector--rather rudely, I thought.
"It's the captain's brother, sir," put in Walters.

"Lieutenant Norman Fraser-Freer, of the Royal Fusiliers." There fell a silence.
"A great calamity, sir--" began Walters to the boy.
I have rarely seen any one so overcome as young Fraser-Freer.